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Saturday, January 14, 2006


She thought he wouldn't understand.
But she felt like she'd lost control of the wheel somewhere down this road. As if she was being led down a pre-determined path that she had no say over. Like when she'd been in San Francisco, and the car had got stuck in the tramlines.
She had no idea how she could wrest it back again, but she was pretty sure he was part of the problem. Not in any malicious or blame-worthy way; not, in fact, in any way that he could possibly help. But she knew that the first step in taking back control of her life was to be rid of him.

She was right. He didn't understand.
"I don't understand," he said.
"It's exactly because you don't understand," she said, "that I can't be with you any longer."


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